All of our summers seem so distant now, only ghosts
sitting in lifeguard’s chairs, empty picnic tables
our memories of families happy
and running through
knee high grass
traded
for the thrill
of autumn winds,
and temporary color.
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I like to watch the mist roll in, covering the mountains, and rain
wrapping around a cool fall day, tapping gently on our roof
it all reminds me somehow that water brings life
unhindered, and that quiet times
can wash us, taking away
our noise.
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“Worry sees the problem, but faith sees the God that can handle the problem.”
Joyce Meyer
Have a great week everyone, and be inspired!
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You may need to rebuild your vessel, but even if you do
make sure you lift your sails, expecting the wind, expecting to succeed
conquering the waves, holding on tightly to the helm
as you lean into the grey, into the lighting.
Let the wind take you, to that place
where there is only peace and calm seas, the sun
leading you to the endless horizon,
and where your sails are full
of courage.
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In the beginning there were only the plants, and the seas,
teaching our spirits yet to be born, to reach
up, and to reach out. As an after thought
people were invented much later.
And the earth still longs for us,
to learn the ways
of the plants
and seas.
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As she watched her human, she noticed he was in a dream world again. His feet gently walking, barely touching the fallen leaves, deep in the forest. A twig snapped, he froze not moving.
Hooves tore through the silence of the forest, as two deer bolted over the brush. The muse waited, hovering over the forest floor, drawing her long cloak around her.
But the human surprised her, by looking straight at her and saying: “No thanks, I already know what to write today…..”
She harrumphed, turning and disappearing in the trees. She thought, “If this keeps up I won’t be needed for much longer….”
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With all that we are facing, may the heart of a lion
infuse your work, giving you courage, filling your words,
filling your painting, with a roar you have never had before
and may your art be filled with light.
We are not done here yet.
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There are only so many sunsets, we can receive into our lives,
it’s a shame really, we can’t reach out and touch them.
Then again, they are able to fill us
with so much light and hope.
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There was no saddle, as he gently nudged the horse forward – his favorite, the black and white, long mane so graceful. He shifted slightly, as he looked up and in one magnificent motion, they lunged – attacking the hill, the horse snorting his approval.
They aimed for the ridge, passing the pine trees and spruce. The smell overcame his leather. Higher and higher they climbed, with the muscles of the horse rippling, straining, hooves digging into the earth and rock.
And then they were at the top, where the large oak was on fire with yellow and red. And the eagle waited patiently in the oak, as he had promised. But it was the hawk that gently landed on his shoulder, that encouraged him the most.
It was then that the poet knew, he was home again.
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Unconditional Love
“The ultimate lesson all of us have to learn is unconditional love, which includes not only others but ourselves as well.”
Elizabeth Kubler Ross
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Rivers Renewed 